Shen Zheng ripped Oliver Pei's clothes open with a sullen face. His movements seemed to be very large, but in fact the force he exerted on Oliver Pei was incredibly light.
There was no bloody mess as Shen Zheng had imagined. The wound was deep but neat. Oliver Pei's thin shoulder was covered in blood, which looked indescribably gorgeous at first glance.
The current situation did not require so much effort. Shen Zheng tore open his sleeve to act as a bandage and stopped Oliver Pei's bleeding skillfully and neatly.
Oliver Pei groaned, then turned his head to the man who was pulling his clothes on and whispered, "Brother Zheng, it hurts a little."
Oliver Pei rarely showed weakness like this. Shen Zheng stopped helping him tidy up his clothes and looked silently into Oliver Pei's watery eyes.
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